St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1887-11-27
SUNDAY SILHOUETTES.

SUNDAY SILHOUETTES.
''What kind of service did they have
to-day?" asked a st. Anthony hill
mother of her little daughter, who had
just returned from church on Thanks
giving morning. "0h, it was the usual
Sunday religious SERVICE" replied the
little one innocently. "They took up a
collection"
A st. Paul gentleman tells of church
incident that came under his observa-
ton in the western part of York state
several years ago. A piouS church men,
Der arose i'll experience meeting and
gave areview of his life. When he
came to the declaration, II thank COP
that 1 owe no man anything" a quiet
man in remote corner jumped up and
said:
81 have little account against you,
brother, that you must have forgotten"
''Ah, Brother CAMP" said the speaker,
unconsciously, "that debt was out
lave a good while ago."
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WHERE MY MOTHER PLAYED.
l bear the notes OF the whip-poor-will,
As of old in the gathering shade;
l sit by the rock on the quiet hill
Where i'll girlhood my mother played.
With cheeks out blooming the morning flow
erS.
And with heart as light as May,
II chn in III Ilo,,
hours
By the lichened rock to play.
A granite waif, by glacier borne
From far-awny northern sea;
1t seemed SO lonely, from kindred torn,
That she kept it company.
TIL all in fancy or witching dream
1t shone with glimmering light,
While fairies trooped in the moons pale
beam,
To dance through the summer night.
And such was her tender grace to me,
As we wandered the forest wild.
That ever the fairies seemed to be
Her playmates when q child.
And she queen of the sylphid race
On her silvery throne held sway,
But alas. dream of her girlish face,
And the rock is cold and gray.
For the fairies went when my mother died,
And my years were scarcely ten;
come tonight from wandering wide,
But they never will come again.
love the garden and orchard old,
The meadows her footsteps prest;
And the stately oaks that shook their gold
In the lap of their gentle guest.
1 love the spring and the ripping riIl,
Where i'll evening she often strayed;
But dearer to me the quiet Hill
Aud the rock where my mother played.
WALLACE BRUCE.
So
"Our Country: Its Possible Future
and Its Present Crisis is the title of n
book written about Il year ago 10y Rev.
JOSIAH STRONG, D. D., and viii Oh has
attracted so much attention that The
publishers are reaping quite = harvest
from it. The two points most fcrcibjy
presented by DR.. SrRoNG are, first, me
West will, beyond all pcradyen,ure,
dominate the East; and secondly. :nat
inasmuch as the influence of the carly
settlers makes lasting impression on
communities. the abiding stamp to our
future national existence is now being
given by the character of our Western
settlement.
DR.. STRONG is something of a pessi-
mist, and of course sees imaginary dan
gers in the formation of our Western
character for which there is no actual
cause for apprehension. In the first
place, being a Protestant clergyman, he
imagineS that ROmanism is one of the
dangers to be apprehended, and affects
to view with alarm the fact that RO-
manism as compared with the pOpula-
ton Is about three times as strong in
the territories us in the whole United
States. The second danger signal that
he unfurlS is MOrmonism, which he
imagines will leave an impression of
RIGHTEOUSNESS that will be felt in the
ages TO come.
1t is not until DR.. STRONG gets away
from religious possibilities and the rel
alive increase of rival church denOmin-
ations that he strikes theater worthy
of his genius. He classifies the four re-
naming perils to which the nation is
exposed as follows: mtemperance, So
cialism. Wealth and The City: and in
the discussion of these topics it must be
conceded that he uses arguments which
merit thoughtful consideration.
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The establishment of a training
school for nursery maids is the latest
thing in educational progress. They
have one i'll New York, and it is great
success. The wonder is that it has never
been attempted before. There wouldn't
be so many weaklings and defOrmed
people in the world to-day if there
had been more educated nurses. The
New York Training school will take in